I closed my eyes, and the sound began to form a vague outline in my mind, the vibrations transmitted in the material medium, transmitted in the air, and every movement that could be felt by the chain judgment was detailing the initial blurred outline, like a stick figure painted with color, deepening the shadows, and the lines began to become complex and thick. When different movements are expressed in the mind in a more vivid picture, their shapes and dynamics are also different, although different, but they are not completely divided. At the boundary of different images, some ambiguous homogeneous images begin to emerge and change in a very regular way.

In my mind, each "line" has a different meaning, and no "point" is meaningless. The scene of dots, lines, and planes is constantly expanding in three-dimensional shapes, and even with my eyes closed, I feel like I'm looking down at the scene from the sky, and at the same time, I can observe the scene from different angles, from the front, back, back, left, and right. I don't really quite understand the meaning of the outline of the scene in my head, there are so many meaningful details that are increasing by the second. Even so, my instincts were still telling me simple answers, and every thought I had came out of nowhere, not logically, and these sudden thoughts were painting something to me about a place I was approaching.

I can even distinguish some large-scale phenomena from the images in my mind, and even some more essential things. For example, in an extremely distant place that cannot be described by common sense distance, the repeater of the Cyber Ball is sailing fast, and they have fallen into the trouble of course—since Dorothy is there, it is almost impossible for them not to get into trouble, and in this Dorothy Illusion, Dorothy's role is very different from other Doomsday Illusions, and she is no longer just a "replica of the final weapon". I'm also sure that what Dorothy wants to do is probably something completely different from what the rest of the tennis ball wants to do. The two sides seem to be in the same camp, but in fact they end up with different goals.

In the three-dimensional scene of points, lines, and planes reflected in this chain judgment, although the deformation caused by the deviation ritual is not obvious, it also exists in the ever-changing contour change, because there is no clear reference, so in order to specifically identify what exactly is affected by the "deviation ritual" and deform, it cannot be judged by the logic of common sense. With the intuition of a mysterious expert, I was able to discern what was affected from these first sights. Even so, I can't get into a specific detail, but can only judge the impact of "bias" from a rough and general perspective.

I didn't open my eyes and slowed down. I tried to see the battlefield out of sight, and to focus on every part that was marked as important. The soldiers of the Nazis, the security guards of the Ruling Bureau, the two sides collided like a torrent of opposites, limbs flying up every moment, but the brutal physical smashing was still the rarest of all kinds of destructive phenomena, and a more complete and indescribable "death" was taking place in these two torrents.

Both sides waved their claws like beasts, opening their bloody maws to chew everything in front of them. And this entangled, seemingly never-ending torrent, is only part of a much larger battlefield. The observation of motion can spread far away, and if it is changed to the past apocalyptic illusion, when the "quark" is still a physical existence, I can even use the "quark" as a transit station to spread my sense to a larger distance. Nowadays, "quark" is just an illusion of mine, and even if this illusion can exert all kinds of strange effects due to mysterious powers, it cannot be better than in the past.

When I think of "quark", I hear the faint cry of a crow in my ears, and I seem to feel a crow passing through the darkness and disappearing into the distance. After this feeling wears off, it becomes more of an illusion. Even so, the contours that had been formed in my mind seemed to have undergone a new change.

It is difficult to describe accurately these scenes that are being produced in my mind in words, and I have to use some more ambiguous metaphors to describe them, but this does not mean that my perception of this scene is also vague. I trust my instincts, my sudden thoughts, and the belief that there must be some more accurate essence behind these sensibilities. I

At this moment, it seemed as if I had used chain judgment to feel the action on this battlefield to be perceived, and the tightly entangled forces began to flow in the direction I was. In this induction, he is more inconspicuous than sand relative to these two torrents. Other times, avoiding them would have been the right thing to do, but my instincts whispered that ahead of me, it was all occupied by these two torrents—I couldn't get around them at all, and the other was already heading towards the center of these two torrents.

It immediately became clear to me that, despite the lack of evidence, I believed that this was the case: that the surviving occult experts of the fashion, including the Cyberball, had launched a final battle against the Nazis. There were even sudden thoughts in my mind about how the world outside had evolved into Armageddon when I burst into the underground halls of the Torchlight, trying to exploit or stop the deviant ritual. Of course, there must also be a bridge between "Takakawa" and "Takakawa" to produce such a descriptive idea—every thought that comes to my mind seems to come out of thin air, but it never comes out of nowhere.

I believe that the other me, the prosthetic Gao Chuan, also knows that I am about to pass.

…… I've arrived. I silently thought in my mind that on my right wrist, the fourth-level magic pattern began to get hot.

When I opened my eyes, the unseen torrent of boundaries, began to resemble a point, and then the point became a line, and the line continued to expand to both sides, and when it went beyond the field of view, the line became a surface. It was like a great tsunami, pouring out between the strangely shaped silhouettes of the building. In front of my eyes, there were many structures scattered all over the place, many of which were taller than the so-called "tall buildings" in human society, and each of them was a "wonder" compared to the buildings I had seen in the past. However, the gap between these wonders and the spectacle has been filled with a surging, viscous fluid, and a closer look reveals that this so-called "fluid" is not smooth, but a myriad of human and non-human forms intertwined, which seem to be a whole, but are constantly colliding and destroying inside. It's just that there are so many of them that one is wiped out, and the other is replenished, and the sparks generated in their relative battles are almost all submerged in their numbers at the same time as they are generated.

That's tens of millions? Tens of thousands? Millions? Can't count. Except for the "Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut" in the black water, which claims to have a total of "more than four billion people", I can no longer find a scene that can match what I see in front of me. Even the Nazi fleet, which was entrenched on the moon at the beginning, did not have such a thrilling momentum. If you get caught up in it, it's over—I'm sure everyone will have that fear when they see it.

Of course, I could not remain indifferent to this terrible sight that seemed to sweep the heavens and the earth, and I was quite sure that there was absolutely no lack of "fear" in the boiling of my heart. Even so, I know that if I want to get in touch with another self, I can only choose to penetrate this torrent of war that does not know where the end is. None of the opposing sides that make up this endless flood of war is my friend. Needless to say, the Nazi soldiers, even the security guards, it is difficult to distinguish their positions, even if their makers have a clear position, it is useless, in this battlefield full of mysteries, there are some mysteries at every moment, which will make them become enemies in an instant. There is also an incredible wide-area phenomenon, causing damage regardless of friend and foe.

The terrible thing about this battlefield is that the chaos in it has made the division between friend and foe useless, even if it is their own people, they are sending out their strongest attacks as much as possible, just trying to kill the enemy as much as possible before they die, and they can't care about whether they will hurt their own people. Besides, as far as the eye can see, it is either Nazi soldiers or security guards, both of whom are pure killing machines that never care who their own people are.

This torrent seemed slow, but in fact it was extremely fast and flooded all the visible buildings in front of me, and I only felt so small that I could not even describe "a drop in the ocean". Even so, I had to keep my eyes wide open, get out of the macroscopic observation, enter the microcosm as detailed as possible, and analyze the "pathway" that I can pass through from the slightest detail.

There are more or less gaps between Nazi soldiers and Nazi soldiers, between security guards and security guards, between Nazis and security guards, but some gaps cannot be exploited, even with the fastest speed, it is impossible to avoid that in those countless mysteries, there is a mystery that ignores the concept of "speed", and in the same way, what seems to be a gap may be filled by new destructive forces in the next second, or, only a few tenths of a second, or even less time. These gaps are natural traps, and I know very well that the biggest test of whether I can pass through this battlefield is whether I can discern from these gaps which are traps and which are passable places.

In my mind's eye, the three-dimensional contours produced by the chain judgment have changed drastically. The interlocking decision is locked in the range of "50 meters", and the accuracy obtained is the highest, and at this highest accuracy, the observed motion state is also the most complex. In the past, I have had the experience of freeing up the limitations of observation and getting the highest possible resolution in an overloaded state.

No matter how strong you are, overload means pain and stress, and it is a state that can clearly feel "self-destructive". To be honest, I don't want to try again if I can.

However, in this world, there will always be many unavoidable circumstances.

I stood still, looking up at the "great waves" that had risen into the air, obscuring everything that was visible to the naked eye. As soon as it pounces, it will engulf me. The huge shadow of death seemed to be eroding this space, and even if the terrible power of destruction had not yet arrived, the pressure of its existence itself already made people feel that the visible distortion had already acted as a vanguard to reach their side.

Once the air currents are rolled, they quickly turn into hurricanes, making it almost untenable. The wind blew bits and pieces, turning them into terrible weapons and sweeping them in. I used the magic pattern to shape the gray mist, creating layers of defenses, and I could feel that these defenses were getting thinner every second under the materiality of the cut.

I was pushed backwards by the hurricane, and even then, I couldn't retreat as fast as the great torrent in front of me. In the contours formed by the chain judgment, I already saw a deadly trajectory of movement, spreading towards itself. Originally, it was just one or two tracks, but when I avoided it, it became three or four, and then it was avoided, and then it was increased, and in less than a second, these deadly movements, some like "solid lines", some like "dotted lines", like a mess, tried to wrap me up.

When there was a gap between these intuitively lethal trajectories, I had already launched a quick sweep. As the invisible high-speed corridor took shape, I was already moving along a trajectory that I intuitively avoided deadly threats. In my mind, chain decisions have incorporated my movements into a detailed model, allowing me to know more accurately what I'm facing. I have not completely given up the observation ability of the five senses, but the intuition and chain judgment are more timely and accurate, so that the observation of the five senses has almost become a "lagged supplement".

I rolled, sprinted, and plunged into this huge torrent of Nazi soldiers and security guards. The dense mystical phenomenon had already acted on me at the first moment, shattering the invisible high-speed passage in a completely incomprehensible way, and crushing the Nazi soldiers and security guards within fifty meters of me to pieces—not in pieces, not in small bits, but in pieces, as if they were stacked in sheets of material.

I had little time to think, just to follow my instincts and act in a way that was close to a hunch. Even if you think about it, you can't understand it, every phenomenon on this battlefield is a synthesis and interaction of complex phenomena, and even if it is a chain judgment, it cannot be analyzed, and what kind of movement produces a chemical reaction.